NationStates Jolt Archive


Welcome to the Princess Bar

Psalara
26-11-2006, 20:16
It was an idyllic city on the surface. Psalara Prime, crown jewel of Psalara. The citizens wanted for little, either the government or the corporations provided for all.

The streets were clean, swept daily by those who couldn't or wouldn't take white collar jobs. Everyone works, everyone is provided for. That was the official motto of Psalara.

A back alleyway in the 'Culture District' of Psalara Prime was the site of the entrance to one of Psalara's best kept secrets. As a jazz band played wild, improvised music, customers of the Princess Bar ate the best food this side of the Pacific, and displayed a perfect example of how the city came by it's unofficial motto, 'Fo'ard the Trenchcoat Brigade'.

Men in trenchcoats, hats pulled low to shadow their faces, conducted business that was best done in shadow. There was a row of briefcases up against one wall, and people often picked up a different briefcase on the way out than they had had when they came in. It was widely said that anything could be bought in the Princess Bar, if you knew who to ask. Anything, from a low yield nuclear device, to Amazing Fantasy #15, to the death of a man hundreds of miles away.

It had tended towards the latter for several decades. In fact, so many and so skilled where the assassins who now frequented it, that slowly, by word of mouth, and carefully scribbled notes, word was starting to leak out of Psalara. If you wanted someone dead, no questions asked, no strings attached, reasonable price, the place to go was this little bar in a back alley of a small libertarian country.

OOC: The idea here is that 'tis a place for assassins to be hired. Not an organized storefront, as such, just nutreal ground to hire someone. I note there's a cold war ongoing, so...

More specifically, I'll RP the assassins, unless of course there're assassins from another nation who want to set up shop in here.
Psalara
26-11-2006, 21:44
Bump
British Londinium
26-11-2006, 21:45
SIC:

An SIS agent from British Londinium strode into the bar.

"Anyone want a job in here?"
Psalara
26-11-2006, 21:50
The patrons of the bar glanced up as the newcomer walked in and spoke, and then looked back at their drinks.

"No sense of subtlety anymore," said one in an undertone as he sipped his drink. "Shameful frankly. But I haven't had a job in a while, so as long as he pays well," he placed a note on the bar, ordered another a drink, and then glanced at the British Londoniumian, waving him over to sit on the barstool next to him.

"I assume when you mean work you mean troubleshooting?" He asked casually.
British Londinium
26-11-2006, 21:51
The patrons of the bar glanced up as the newcomer walked in and spoke, and then looked back at their drinks.

"No sense of subtlety anymore," said one in an undertone as he sipped his drink. "Shameful frankly. But I haven't had a job in a while, so as long as he pays well," he placed a note on the bar, ordered another a drink, and then glanced at the British Londoniumian, waving him over to sit on the barstool next to him.

"I assume when you mean work you mean troubleshooting?" He asked casually.

"But of course," replied the SIS agent. "If you complete this job, you will be payed 2.3 million dollars, in cash."
Psalara
26-11-2006, 22:00
The man nodded. "Two point three million dollars cash money? Sounds... tempting. What exactly does this job entail?"

He glanced at the man, sizing him up. He was intelligence, obviously, and not terribly subtle about it. Whether he had any, on the other hand, the man would reserve judgement on for now.

Who he was working for was a completely different question, but not one the man was terribly worried about, so long as he got his money.

"Sit down, have a drink, and we'll talk," said the man, still casually.
British Londinium
26-11-2006, 22:02
"We need the ruler of Atopiana to...bite a bullet or two," said the SIS agent. "I'm sure someone of your calibre can handle that."
Psalara
26-11-2006, 22:07
"A head of state? That will be interesting," said the man calmly, as if he were discussing the weather, or perhaps a sports game. "For something like that, I'll need half of the money in advance. You can give me the rest upon completion."

He finished his drink and produced two aromatic cigars, offering one to the intelligence man, while lighting on puffing on the other himself. "And I'll need some basic information on Atopiana."
British Londinium
26-11-2006, 22:12
"A head of state? That will be interesting," said the man calmly, as if he were discussing the weather, or perhaps a sports game. "For something like that, I'll need half of the money in advance. You can give me the rest upon completion."

He finished his drink and produced two aromatic cigars, offering one to the intelligence man, while lighting on puffing on the other himself. "And I'll need some basic information on Atopiana."

"Very well. Here's the information on Atopiana (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Atopiana)," said the SIS agent, handing him a report.

The SIS agent then reached into his briefcase and provided him with the money.
Psalara
26-11-2006, 22:22
OOC: Did you just casually reach into a briefcase and pull out over a million dollars? Oh, and does this attempt have the OOC okay of Atopiana?
Atopiana
26-11-2006, 22:26
OOC: It does now. :) I'm keeping an eye on this... :D
British Londinium
26-11-2006, 22:27
OOC: Never mind...I surrendered.
Psalara
26-11-2006, 22:28
OOC: It does now. :) I'm keeping an eye on this... :D

OOC: Hey then, can I have some basic information via TG? Availibilty (legally or illegally) of firearms, if your leader's prone to making public speeches, what types of security there are if he is, etc. etc.
Psalara
26-11-2006, 22:37
OOC: Never mind...I surrendered.

OOC: Well you need to tell the man the job is off if you don't want him to assassinate the leader of Atopiana and start a new war off. Oh, and he's keeping the money.
British Londinium
26-11-2006, 22:39
The SIS agent recieved a phone call on his mobile; he answered it in whispers.

"My good man, the deal's off. Keep the money," said the SIS agent as he left the bar.
Ri-an
26-11-2006, 23:43
OOC:In terms of, setting up shop, would you mind if my specialty assasin could be found in the bar? I'm pretty heavy on Fantasy Tech, and that's who he would be there for, other people heavy on the fantasy, but other than that, all you would ever see him do, is sit in a corner, quietly. I assure you he has a very human appearence. If you've ever seen any other threads I've been in, then you'll know him by name, The Demon of Elru.
Psalara
26-11-2006, 23:46
OOC:In terms of, setting up shop, would you mind if my specialty assasin could be found in the bar? I'm pretty heavy on Fantasy Tech, and that's who he would be there for, other people heavy on the fantasy, but other than that, all you would ever see him do, is sit in a corner, quietly. I assure you he has a very human appearence. If you've ever seen any other threads I've been in, then you'll know him by name, The Demon of Elru.

OOC: Nope, that's fine, as long as you don't do any heavy fantasy stuff in the bar.
Ri-an
26-11-2006, 23:55
OOC: Nope, that's fine, as long as you don't do any heavy fantasy stuff in the bar.

A man walked into the bar. He wore nothing but black leather. It wasn't the kind that shined either. It was the rough and rugged kind. He were a shirt, jacket, pants and jeans all made out of Black Leather. He had red hair, red eyes, red eyebrows, and red lips that seemed more blood than lip

His skin was milk white, and he had a very sinister air about him.

His every footstep was quiet, and made no sound, as was his voice.

When he spoke, it was only a whisper, but very clearly heard by those he spoke to, and it seemed to inspire a sense of fear in those that heard it.

It was the famous Mage killer of Ri-an, an assasin so powerful he decimated the entire city of Elru, which was how he gained his neckname. As for a real name, no one knew, for when ever anyone would ask, his response was always the same:

"Name? What is the point of a name? But if you must have a name, call me, Id."

Id walked to the bar, ordering the finest beer in the house.
Psalara
26-11-2006, 23:57
As the bartender served the man, the other patrons, as was their custom, glanced up to see if it was someone they knew, or someone who appeared to be looking to hire one of their services, and, when it turned out to be neither, went back to minding their own business.
Ri-an
27-11-2006, 00:09
As the bartender served the man, the other patrons, as was their custom, glanced up to see if it was someone they knew, or someone who appeared to be looking to hire one of their services, and, when it turned out to be neither, went back to minding their own business.

Id turned, and sat in a dark corner. In the dark corner, funny thing, he seemed to have a faint red glow around him, but then, that was just as easily dismissed as part of the florescent red sign he sat under.

Those who needed his particular services would recognise him in an instant. Those who need normal assasins, would dismiss him in a heartbeat, some, not even seeing him.
The United Ed States
27-11-2006, 02:42
A tall man in a dark suit and small black top hat strode up to the bartender. "Hello buddy," said the man. The man then ordered a drink, and as the bartender handed it to him, the man said, "say, do you know where I could find someone willing to "talk buisiness" with me..." The man winked at the word "buisiness", and then promptly stuffed a $50 dollar bill into the bartender's hand.
Psalara
27-11-2006, 02:53
The bartended sighed and rolled his eyes, but pocketed the fifty and gestured to the same man who had spoken to the Brit. The man glanced up. With the top hat, the man stuck out like a giraffe in dark glasses trying to sneak into a polar bears only swim club. The man smiled, and gestured towards the barstool.

"What can I do for you," he asked casually, ordering another beer.
The World Soviet Party
27-11-2006, 18:57
A tall man in a brown trenchcoat enters the bar and sits down, he orders a coca cola and waits.
The Transylvania
27-11-2006, 19:35
A gray hair man in a three piece blue suit and a black briefcase walked in followed by two cloaked figures. The man walked right up to the bar and said “My dear sir, I have a deal for anybody that wants it.” The man sounds like he was from South-East Europe.

He placed the briefcase on the bar, he opened it and pulled out two folders with the titles of Atopiana (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Atopiana) and Skgorria (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Skgorria).

“My boss wants the leaders of those two nations six feet under. Each one will be ten million USD. Get the word out, mister,” said the European, “And thank you for your time.”

OOC: Yup, I’m playing shadow games.
Psalara
27-11-2006, 22:00
A tall man in a brown trenchcoat enters the bar and sits down, he orders a coca cola and waits.

OOC: Finally, some subtlety!

IC: Disconcerted slightly by the lack of an answer, the man who had been speaking to the Ed left, and was quickly replaced by another man. The man whom had been speaking to the Ed picked up the Atopiana file, and sat on the bar stool next to the Soviet.

"You're new here," he commented, "You here for the food or the atmosphere?"

A gray hair man in a three piece blue suit and a black briefcase walked in followed by two cloaked figures. The man walked right up to the bar and said “My dear sir, I have a deal for anybody that wants it.” The man sounds like he was from South-East Europe.

He placed the briefcase on the bar, he opened it and pulled out two folders with the titles of Atopiana (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Atopiana) and Skgorria (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Skgorria).

“My boss wants the leaders of those two nations six feet under. Each one will be ten million USD. Get the word out, mister,” said the European, “And thank you for your time.”

OOC: Yup, I’m playing shadow games.
The World Soviet Party
27-11-2006, 22:06
OOC: Finally, some subtlety!

IC: Disconcerted slightly by the lack of an answer, the man who had been speaking to the Ed left, and was quickly replaced by another man. The man whom had been speaking to the Ed picked up the Atopiana file, and sat on the bar stool next to the Soviet.

"You're new here," he commented, "You here for the food or the atmosphere?"

The man raised his head and looked at the guy in front of him.

"The food mainly, they make the best cheese burguers, as for the atmosphere... well, its... interesting to say at least. What about you?"
Psalara
27-11-2006, 22:06
OOC: Are you talking to my old man?

IC: "For business.” said the man. “You want the job, take it and after it is confirmed you will get the ten million.”

OOC: Nope. The World Soviet dude, although he did pick up the Atopiana file. I'm going to wait till I have a chance to talk it over with Atopiana, and then I'll have him do either that one or the Soviet one first, depending on risk and payment of each.
Psalara
27-11-2006, 22:09
The man raised his head and looked at the guy in front of him.

"The food mainly, they make the best cheese burguers, as for the atmosphere... well, its... interesting to say at least. What about you?"

"The food, mostly. I was going to meet a prospective buyer here, but he didn't seem too eager to talk about his needs, except at first. Now you, I imagine by the looks of you, might be just the opposite."
The World Soviet Party
27-11-2006, 22:11
"The food, mostly. I was going to meet a prospective buyer here, but he didn't seem too eager to talk about his needs, except at first. Now you, I imagine by the looks of you, might be just the opposite."

"You might be right" said the Soviet Agent, checking around to see that no one was looking at them "If possible, I'd like to discuss this somewhere more... private, if you are interested of course"
Psalara
27-11-2006, 22:15
"You might be right" said the Soviet Agent, checking around to see that no one was looking at them "If possible, I'd like to discuss this somewhere more... private, if you are interested of course"

The man thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Yeah. If that's the way you want it. Customer's always right." He stood up, sliding a bill onto the bar to cover his drinks for the night. "Step into my office," he said sardonically, gesturing to the 'Regulars Only Conference Area'. "Don't worry, it's clean," he added.
The Transylvania
27-11-2006, 22:16
OOC: Nope. The World Soviet dude, although he did pick up the Atopiana file. I'm going to wait till I have a chance to talk it over with Atopiana, and then I'll have him do either that one or the Soviet one first, depending on risk and payment of each.

OOC: Sounds okay.
The World Soviet Party
27-11-2006, 22:23
The man thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Yeah. If that's the way you want it. Customer's always right." He stood up, sliding a bill onto the bar to cover his drinks for the night. "Step into my office," he said sardonically, gesturing to the 'Regulars Only Conference Area'. "Don't worry, it's clean," he added.

The Agent followed suit and entered the Conference Area, there, he waited for his "host" to sit down and then sat down himself.

"I take it that you are interested in the job, want to hear about it?"
Psalara
27-11-2006, 22:25
The man nodded, and sat next to him. "Yeah. Haven't had a job in a while. Last job went south at the last minute before I closed the deal. Still got paid, but I'd like to make sure my... ah... persuasive skills aren't getting rusty."

"So let's be frank. Who are we talking about here, and how much?"
The World Soviet Party
27-11-2006, 22:32
The man nodded, and sat next to him. "Yeah. Haven't had a job in a while. Last job went south at the last minute before I closed the deal. Still got paid, but I'd like to make sure my... ah... persuasive skills aren't getting rusty."

"So let's be frank. Who are we talking about here, and how much?"

"As someone of your caliber must be already aware of, an Undershi fighter recently crashed in The World Soviet Party, leaving us a quite valuable computer core. However, we have reasons to suspect they have sent a team to retrieve it, thus, we'd need you to get us a double agent" the agent sipped his coca before going on "basically, uncover the team, and if possible, get us a mole in any of the Undershi embassies throught the world, from then on, our intelligence services would assist said person, it is necessary that this mole is an Undershi, and, although very difficult, the higher ranking the better.
The payment, of course, will be big, and we are open to suggestions"

OOC: Ever read "Icon" by Forsyth? Well, something like Jason Monk did.
Psalara
27-11-2006, 22:56
"As someone of your caliber must be already aware of, an Undershi fighter recently crashed in The World Soviet Party, leaving us a quite valuable computer core. However, we have reasons to suspect they have sent a team to retrieve it, thus, we'd need you to get us a double agent" the agent sipped his coca before going on "basically, uncover the team, and if possible, get us a mole in any of the Undershi embassies throught the world, from then on, our intelligence services would assist said person, it is necessary that this mole is an Undershi, and, although very difficult, the higher ranking the better.
The payment, of course, will be big, and we are open to suggestions"

OOC: Ever read "Icon" by Forsyth? Well, something like Jason Monk did.

OOC: Nope. Quick question, is there a thread for this already?

SIC: "Hmm. My expertise is in more in Delivery than R&D, but you know what they say. Diversify, diversify, diversify. Okay. Here's the plan. I'll offer my services as a private contracter in this matter to Undershi, and hope that they put me in contact with their team. Once I'm in contact, I'll leave the information in a predesignated area. You can pick it up there. After I manage that, if they haven't tumbled to the fact that I tipped you off, I'll see what I can do about a mole.

As far as payment goes, I've always been fond of gold. Say, one hundred thousand in unmarked gold, and a full set of whatever you equip your special forces with."
The World Soviet Party
27-11-2006, 23:17
OOC: Nope. Quick question, is there a thread for this already?

SIC: "Hmm. My expertise is in more in Delivery than R&D, but you know what they say. Diversify, diversify, diversify. Okay. Here's the plan. I'll offer my services as a private contracter in this matter to Undershi, and hope that they put me in contact with their team. Once I'm in contact, I'll leave the information in a predesignated area. You can pick it up there. After I manage that, if they haven't tumbled to the fact that I tipped you off, I'll see what I can do about a mole.

As far as payment goes, I've always been fond of gold. Say, one hundred thousand in unmarked gold, and a full set of whatever you equip your special forces with."

OOC: Yes, the CA-GASN Cold War Thread

IC:

"Yes, that can be arranged" the agent took a piece of paper and wrote the price down before looking up and smiling "You've got yourself a deal Mr...? Oh my, looks like we're going to have to give you a nickname for this operation, any suggestions?"
Psalara
27-11-2006, 23:21
SIC: The man smiled. "I always go by the same name when I'm working," he said, standing up and offering the Soviet his hand. "Call me The Coyote. I'll be in touch."

And with that he left the bar.
Mahria
27-11-2006, 23:27
OOC: Ha, jazz and assasins. Good ad in the sig. Do we need a nod from you, or do we simply have our characters show up?
Psalara
27-11-2006, 23:30
OOC: Ha, jazz and assasins. Good ad in the sig. Do we need a nod from you, or do we simply have our characters show up?

OOC: As far as hitmen looking to get hired out? Just have them show up, but nothing godmoddy. I don't want a bad reputation associated with my bar. As far as people looking to hire someone, just have them show up again, although the best assassin in the bar currently has several jobs lined up.
The World Soviet Party
27-11-2006, 23:48
SIC: The man smiled. "I always go by the same name when I'm working," he said, standing up and offering the Soviet his hand. "Call me The Coyote. I'll be in touch."

And with that he left the bar.

The Soviet Agent waited five minutes and then left too.
Mahria
27-11-2006, 23:58
OOC: As far as hitmen looking to get hired out? Just have them show up, but nothing godmoddy. I don't want a bad reputation associated with my bar.

OOC: fair enough. Sounds good. Not godmoddy to put a little twist in the menu, hmm?

The Princess seemed more a place for unsociable men, hunched over their tables with faces covered. Because of that, one patron stood out. He looked far too cheerful for this kind of place. Possibly this had something to do with a recent discovery-the bar had Huthnel! The fine Mahrian rum was hard to find on the mainland. With a warm taste of home flowing through his system, he gave himself a moment to relax and enjoy the band.

It helped him to forget the (admittedly classy) vipers nests he frequented as a contact for the Gull syndicate. He was more of a salesman than a hitman. Anyone who could afford his associates could find him, and his associates.... they were good at finding people as well.
The United Ed States
28-11-2006, 02:40
OOC: Finally, some subtlety!

IC: Disconcerted slightly by the lack of an answer, the man who had been speaking to the Ed left, and was quickly replaced by another man. The man whom had been speaking to the Ed picked up the Atopiana file, and sat on the bar stool next to the Soviet.

"You're new here," he commented, "You here for the food or the atmosphere?"
Quite sorry about the lack of answer. And it appears that some recent events have made my plans quite impossible...
IC: The "Ed" man left a generous tip at his table for the waiter/bus boy, and walked out, saying, "I'll be sure to ask you if I am in need of your services".
TheBlackLotusSociety
28-11-2006, 18:58
OOC: Think I'll send an assasin. Not my best of course. That one will not work for anyone other than Emporer Magesha personally, but, another highly skilled assasin, trained, by the best, to eventually be the best.

IC:

A Woman walkd in the bar. She was dressed in fine silk. She wore Red silk Kimono. Her har was curled, and cascaded down around her shoulders. She carried a small bag by her side.

She kept her hands tucked in her sleeves.

She sat at the bar, and ordered a small glass of Saki.

She seemed an ordinary tourist, just wanting to unwind. For those who were experts at deception, appearences could be deciving.
Atopiana
28-11-2006, 20:21
A gray hair man in a three piece blue suit and a black briefcase walked in followed by two cloaked figures. The man walked right up to the bar and said “My dear sir, I have a deal for anybody that wants it.” The man sounds like he was from South-East Europe.

He placed the briefcase on the bar, he opened it and pulled out two folders with the titles of Atopiana (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Atopiana) and Skgorria (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Skgorria).

“My boss wants the leaders of those two nations six feet under. Each one will be ten million USD. Get the word out, mister,” said the European, “And thank you for your time.”

OOC: Yup, I’m playing shadow games.

OOC: Try it. It won't be easy, the Primo's got better security than Stalin. :p
Psalara
28-11-2006, 20:55
OOC: Try it. It won't be easy, the Primo's got better security than Stalin. :p

OOC: Quick couple of questions. First off, what're the rules on firearms in Atopiana? Would he be able to get a gun into the country (if he flew his own plane in) legitimately, could he buy one there, etc?

Second, as I've gathered you're a fascist nation, do you follow the usual theory of making speeches to drum up support?
Undershi
03-12-2006, 03:15
OOC: TWSP, don't worry - I'm a believer in not meta-gaming, so I won't act as though I know about your hired agent.

A large man, about eight feet tall and heavily muscled, walked into the bar. His head was shaven, and his features looked... odd. His skin was an odd sort of almost unnatural tan, and his high cheek-boned visage seemed almost inhuman...
He walked like someone who expected trouble, and had a lot of experience dealing with it.
When he reached the bar, he examined the list of drinks for a few seconds, and then ordered a mineral water, which he checked for floating particles for a few moments before sipping.
After taking a single shallow sip, he opened the briefcase he had been carrying, and placed a folder on the table before closing the briefcase. While he drank the mineral water, he opened the folder and went through it, seeming to examin and read the contents. If anyone checked, they could tell that the folder had written on its cover the words:
The Global Alliance of Soverign Nations. The GASN.
When he had finished his mineral water, he paid, left a generous tip, and then left... leaving the folder on the counter, for anyone who wanted to to pick up.
It seemed Undershi wanted to hire some unaugmented humans to work for them...

OOC2: This folder contains a job offer. If you want someone to take it up, have them check the folder.
Psalara
03-12-2006, 03:35
OOC: Glad to hear it.

IC: The clientele of the Princess Bar were by no means wimps. Nor were they unused to unusual sights. In fact, not one of them batted an eye as the True Undershi (whom a few of the clientele identified as such through various black box intelligence briefings) walked in, set down the folder and left.

So, to any impartial observer, their reactions to the next man to walk through the door would have seemed rather odd indeed. They all stared intently down at their drinks, and the tension in the room started palpably rising.

They were all professionals here. But this man, this man was something else. No one knew exactly why he wore the mask, as he had never been seen without it.

But it wasn't the mask which caused all of the highly trained men, most of whom knew dozens of way to kill a man within five seconds of the fight starting, to studiously avoid his gaze.

Nor was it his voice, a distinct and unmistakable mix of gravel and gasoline, as he ordered a vodka martini, shaken not stirred. It was the knowledge that this man had renounced the sanity that kept most people in line. From one moment to the next, nobody was quite sure what he would do.

In short, he was a psychopath. A very intelligent psychopath, but a psychopath none the less. As he made his intentions upon the folder cleared, nobody dared move for it first. He picked it up and opened it.
Undershi
04-12-2006, 00:44
The folder was full of lists of military units of the GASN nations. Listed alongside the units were the names of their commanding officers. Another list gave the names of senior government officials. A single small piece of notebook paper was in front of these lists, commenting on how the killing of officers could lead to a loss of effectiveness in that unit, and the killing of political leaders to a loss of effectiveness in the nation as a whole.
A sticky note had been attatched to the third page in the list, and on it someone had written out by hand a "price lsit" for what they called in quotation marks an "open season" on GASN officers and leadership. It listed prices - a national leader would be twenty million, the head of a Ministy or Department or a General would be ten million, senior inteligence agency agents would be one million, colonels and majors would be five hundred thousand, Captains and Lieutenants would be fifty thousand. Beneath that hand written list, a comment was made about how there existed almost one billion in "discresionary funds" for the Undershi military that would be perfect for spending on such an opperation as this.
On a sticky note fixed to the back of the folder, a quick comment had been made about the need for some manner in which to be sure that the individual trying to claim the reward was the killer.
No contact information was given, save for a little stamp on the back of the folder - "If Found, Please Return to the Nearest Undershi Embassy or Contact..." after that Contact, a phone number was given. Somehow, in the case of this folder, it seemed unlikely that that phone number would have anything to do with the Undershi Ministry of Foreign Affairs...
The Fourth Holy Reich
04-12-2006, 00:59
OOC: Wow, noone has called for my nation's leader's assassination? I am surprised. :D

IC: A blonde haired blue eyed man would walk into the bar, wearing a trench coat. His eyes would shift from side to side, apparently vary nervous. Nevertheless, Der Fuhrer had given him his orders. He would take a seat somewhere, trying to figure out where the Assassins for hire are.
Undershi
04-12-2006, 01:10
OOC: Wow, noone has called for my nation's leader's assassination? I am surprised. :D



OOC: Well, the thought did cross my mind, but then I remembered that we're allied, so I'm not going to get to try to have that done... oh well, maybe someone else... :D